I Thought I Was Buying A Safe Used Car.  I Found A Secret Modification That Could Have Killed Me

I Thought I Was Buying A Safe Used Car. I Found A Secret Modification That Could Have Killed Me

Like every other automotive journalist, I have bigger eyes than my car-shaped stomach. To us, cars are tasty little morsels that we can’t help but overindulge on until we metaphorically throw up. Well, folks – I’m throwing up. I’ve tried to chew and chew, and keep things down, but I’ve overeaten, and the Honda-shaped bile…